“I’m going to miss you a fuckton.” I lift her and drop her in my lap. I cradle her face. “It’s not going to be easy. You know that, right?”
She nods once.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
I hold my breath, hoping like fuck she’s not going to change her mind. I’m able to breathe when she nods again, a determined expression on her face.
“I wantyou. We’ll make it work.”
“You’re the only thing I want. Just know that my body might be gone, but my soul is going to be here, with you.” Her breath hitches at my confession, and I run my nose along her jaw. “I fucking love you.” It feels good to say it out loud, and knowing she feels the same? Even better.
She leans forward and presses her soft lips to mine. Before I can extend it, my door swings open. Olivia’s eyes shoot wide, horrified, and she throws herself off my lap. Damn near off the couch.
“Oh, sorry! I probably should’ve knocked,” Pacey says, wincing.
Luckily, there wasn’t much to see, but another two minutes and there would have been. I wave her off as she and my mom step inside, carrying bags of food and who knows what else. I help them lug everything to the kitchen.
“We got Chinese. I hope that’s okay,” Mom says, pulling me into a hug once we’ve unloaded everything.
“Olivia loves Chinese.” I look over at her, sitting awkwardlyon the couch, face still flushed. I motion for her to come over, and she does. “Mom, this is Olivia. Olivia, my mother, Allison.”
My mom immediately rushes forward to hug her. “It’s so nice to meet you, Olivia. I’ve heard great things.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too.”
Once the food has been distributed, the conversation flows just as easily as I knew it would. I keep my hand on Olivia’s thigh under the table to keep her from fidgeting. She loosens up after a few minutes, carrying on a conversation with my mom and Pacey as I sit and watch.
The three most important women in my life are in one room, and I almost can’t fucking believe it. This time last year, it was just me and Mom, trying to get through the never-ending pit of grief that swallows you when you least expect it. Worrying about Pacey and missing her just as much.
Then I met Olivia, and I was instantly infatuated with the Barbie girl in a skirt. Now I have all my girls right here, and even though I’m leaving, I’m not as worried as I was yesterday. I wish my dad were here every day. I miss him constantly, but I’m feeling pretty fucking lucky right now.
As the night winds down, Mom starts to tear up. She hugs me tight, and I promise her to be safe.
“Your family is amazing,” Olivia says after they’re gone.
“Yep.” I nod, dragging her quickly down the hall.
“Seriously, I’m so jealous.”
Once we step into the room, I face her. I know her family is less than supportive and honestly stuck-up assholes if you ask me.
“They’ll be your family now, too. They love you already.”
She gives me a look that says she doesn’t believe me, so I kiss her again.
“I mean it. My mom is probably already planning the wedding.”
She smiles, and I can feel it. Physically feel it, tapping on my heart.
“Now,” I say, my voice turning low and raspy, “I think you wore this little skirt on purpose. Because you know what they do to me.” I tug on the fabric. “Now you’re going to pay for it.”
Her eyes twinkle as she looks down at where my dick is starting to push against my zipper. I plan on tossing her on the bed and eating her pussy until she is writhing and screaming, pushing her to an orgasm before pulling away. When she sinks to her knees, all my thoughts fly out the fucking window.
She doesn’t say a word as she unbuttons my jeans and tugs them over my hips until my cock springs free.
I snatch her wrist, and her eyes dart to mine. “What are you gonna do, Barbie, hm?”
Her throat works with a swallow, desire shining in her honey hues. She doesn’t even hesitate when she says, “I want to taste you.”
